aaryn belfer.

He floats like a butterfly, he stings like a bee

Me (whispered into his ear): Baby? You awake?

Him: …

Me: Honey? (Kiss, kiss…kisskisskiss on his stubbly cheek) Are you sleeping? I need to ask you a quick question. Very important.

Him: Mmmmm…I was sorta sleepin’…what’s up?

Me (Kiss, kiss): Did you remember to bring home that black sweater for me from work?

Him: Yup.

Me: REALLY?!

Him: Already washed. Laying flat to dry.

Me (kiss, kiss, kiss!): Wow, you’re the greatest!

Sam: Yeah, well, the greatest is trying to sleep.

Me: Hey, I’m having a moment here. I’m feeling nice. You oughta take the niceness where you can get it. It is fleeting, after all.

Sam: …

Me: Anyway, thanks for taking such great care of me. There. (Kiss, kiss.) I’m done. Go back to sleep.

Sam: Sure, baby. And thanks for taking such moderately good care of me.


5 Comments

Sam is my new hero.

Posted by Scott on 11 July 2008 @ 8am

I love your conversations!

Posted by Kris on 11 July 2008 @ 12pm

He remember things? He washes sweaters by hand? He knows to dry them flat?

Does he have an older brother?

Posted by Cheri @ Blog This Mom! on 11 July 2008 @ 10pm

Now you understand why you are on my Gay Island, right? ;)

Posted by Martha on 13 July 2008 @ 6am

Boy does that conversation sound like alot of familiar ones at my house. Although i am still working on training the “flat to dry” part. ;)

Posted by Amy on 20 July 2008 @ 5pm

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